My wife is disabled. Much of the time, there isn't enough space between the pain and drugged insensibility for loving sex. This blog is a diary of our journey. Or just a place to shout. This will not likely entertain you. For that, see my links.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Just because I'm not having sex with my wife doesn't mean I'm not having sex.

It doesn't mean I'm "missing out". It doesn't mean our relationship is damaged or weak or wrong. It just means we're not having sex.

And that's all.

Now that's not to say that not having sex with my wife is a good thing. It still hurts and it still feels like there's something between us. But "fixing" that wouldn't magically make everything else into puppies and sunshine.

Through my writing and reading, and the masturbation sessions they inspire, I have sex.